It started like this: youngest sister (YS) took a First Aid course, and in due time got her certificate that says she’s qualified to use a defibrillator and administer immediate care for shocks, cuts, bleeding, choking and the usual medical emergencies we all run into during the course of our day as Jane Q. Public.
From there, YS (who installs knowledge by telling people what she’s learned, aka three-person teaching), lined up the closest guinea pigs, um darlings, amongst the many nieces and nephews.
Mia, Lilly and Adam were seated on the floor around YS .
Very seriously, YS asks the class of three, “Do you know what the heart is for?”
Mia looked perplexed for a moment, then, brightened. “To hold love!” she declared. The other two, unsure if this could be the correct answer looked up expectantly at YS for a nod of approval.
YS, being a closet romantic, left well enough alone and changed the topic to how to manage bleeding.
“… love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”
~ Thomas Merton ~